Who Dat Girl (Ft. Akon)

Hey, Ms. Red CarpetShe can autograph my pocketsAnytime, anyplace, anywayI'll be looking at everybody else watchin'I don't wanna be obnoxiousBut this girl worth the gossipTake it with a smileThe tattoos now, forever she very guardless

I imagine her toplessShe might set off my rocketTen, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, oneOn and poppin'She mad marketedAttitude like we arguin'With her by my side I bring glitter to my life

She ain't no rock star but she's got groupiesShe ain't no actress but she make moviesAnd when she struts that thing aroundEverybody be breaking they neck like

Who dat girl?Who dat girl?Who dat girl?

She ain't got riches but she got fashionShe ain't a model but cameras flashingAnd when she struts that thing aroundEverybody be breaking they neck like

Who dat girl?Who dat girl?Who dat girl?

Hey, they wanna know her mama name'Cause that where she get fromThey ain't never shot her with siliconShawty is her and her is she, the real oneTouch one, grab one, feel one